The house is a tip at the moment, Good Friday was not all that good.
Middle of last week a cold settled in, and friday it entrenched in myne nose full seemly; thus most of saturday was spent in bed – because on sunday I’d promised to help a friend move house and my car was essential because it was the larger of a pair on offer.
Sunday: drive into London, drive down the M3, cruising at 70mph in the outside lane … and I am sideswiped by a Hewlett Packard Siebel consultant in a silver Saab who merged into traffic, merged across three lanes, and merged with my nearside front wing because he “didn’t see [me]” even though he “checked his mirror”.
All of the latter quotes safely recorded on video on my Powershot S95. Gosh I love that camera.
Car still drivable but a aesthetic mess; help friend move, visit other friends, eventually get home.
Time passes. Conjunctivitis sets in and whatever was in my nose decides to role-play bronchitis instead; mornings indescribable. I hazard an attempt at work but am only firing on two cylinders at best, and a locum doctor specialising in BOUNDLESS EMPATHY prescribes Amoxycillin to clobber any secondary infection.
I spend the next 18 hours asleep and wake up to a caffeine-withdrawal hangover.
It’s now about 30 hours later and between the amoxy and Day Nurse (Gosh I love that stuff) – I am vertical and mostly-awake and have actually had something approaching a grand day out, albeit with a long nap in the late afternoon. Got to try my hand at cooking Thai curry dishes – the spices in which did wonders to keep my head clear.
Now: clean up the house, work on the preso I want to finish, clear my backblog and prep for everything I need to do next week.
But first, laundry…